She had given up her career and became housewife only going to parties and talking with other rich wives.That all changed one night though. Donald and...Kristin were leaving one of their charity events in their limo and Donald realized something very odd, they were going the wrong way. He asked the limo driver what was going on and he said it was a short cut. As they kept going the streets kept on getting darker and dirtier. Donald demanded to know what was going on. Then the limo driver stopped. "OH GOD! Noooo!, Please stop!" I heard Alex chuckle and whisper in my ear. "You feel that? Does that feel good to you? I know you like it baby." "Alex don't do this! Please tell him to stop! I only want you and no one else!" I felt my body betray me as I began to moan from this mysterious man's tongue. "Oh no love, he will not stop. You see he too, is here to teach you a lesson on sharing!" He then grabbed my left breast and started to suck on it. "WHAT! WHY?" I could not even talk with him. I drove to beauty parlour and got her in..as she was talking to lady there I told lady she needs to be a babe and I give you 2 hours…She smiled and asked who was she her elder sister? As she looked bit young of her age I told her No she is my gf…she gave another smile dont worry you both make nice pair…Me and Varsha looked at each other and smiled..we were happy someone complimented. I asked her if I can see what they do but she told no as other ladies might object…As she went inside I sat out. ‘You are a wanton whore. I adore you.’ * The second event to which I referred earlier did not transpire in Dorset but in London. Maria and I had gone there to pay a visit to Mistress Pickles and to do some shopping of the sort that is not readily available in Dorset. Mistress Pickles greeted us warmly and made us most welcome. We could not stay long for she was entertaining a lady who was, ‘A Duchess, my dears and a confidante of the Queen. Who knows, perhaps one day we shall have a Queen call.